MotherEarth Earth Environment
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How can any little piece of this life be worthless
When the smallest needle breaking from its branchy shell
Gathering beads of perspiration from the hot air
Can hold my attention?
We love to live in eithers, in ors
On a bright Sunday morning, your smile forms the horizon and your teeth become the bright sun. you stretch your arms out allowing the songbirds to make love on your finger tips, the bosoms of your cherry blossoms aren’t what they use to be.
